What is dying? What is the soul?
I've had several near deaths in this life.
I've have past life memories.
I've have many visions.
I'm a sceptic of myself.
Where does reality end and my imagination begin?
Do we believe what we find comfort in?
I went into the light before I knew there were other people that had seen that light.
Does being a sceptic mean I must believe in a random reality?
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